Hank Thompson - Oklahoma Hills lyrics

OKLAHOMA HILLS

Writers Woody Guthrie, Jack Guthrie

Many months have come and gone since I wandered from my home

In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born

Many a page of life has turned many a lesson I have learned

Yet I feel like in those hills I still belong

Way down yonder in the Indian nation I rode my pony on the reservation

In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born

A-way down yonder in the Indian nation a cowboy's life is my occupation

In the Oklahoma Hills where I born

But as I sit here today many miles I am away

From the place I rode my pony through the draw

Where the Oak and Blackjack trees kiss the playful prairie breeze

In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born.

Way down yonder in the Indian nation I rode my pony on the reservation

In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born

A-way down yonder in the Indian nation a cowboy's life is my occupation

In the Oklahoma Hills where I born

As I turn life a page to the land of the great Osage

To those Oklahoma Hills where I was born

Where the black oil rolls and flows and the snow-white cotton grows

In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born.

Way down yonder in the Indian nation I rode my pony on the reservation

In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born

A-way down yonder in the Indian nation a cowboy's life is my occupation

In the Oklahoma Hills where I born